AN: Hi guys, I hope you enjoy this chapter, this is only a trial chapter for a Fanfiction I'm thinking of writing. Therefore, I need to know if anyone likes the idea. I some people do, then I'll keep writing this. :D Thank you!

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Chapter 1: Taken.

21st January 2012:

It was a normal Saturday morning for the Hotchner men. Get up early to go to the park to play soccer and feed bread to the duck that swam in the pond. Little did they know, one of their lives would never be the same again. . .

The morning was peaceful as usual as they made their way to the park in the car. The radio was on and they were humming along to the words. With a soccer ball in the little boy's hands, there was half a loaf of bread in the trunk.

"Are we almost there yet?" Jack Hotchner asked his father the same question every week. He was wearing a white t-shirt under a big brown coat to keep him warm in the cold weather. A pair of jeans covered his little legs and trainers on his tiny feet. His blue hat was too big for his head so it kept falling over his eyes. With also blue gloves on his hands and a matching scarf around his neck, he was all ready for a day out in the middle of winter.

"Almost Buddy!" The almighty Aaron Hotchner replied to his son happily who wore a close matching coat as his son but a black t-shirt underneath. He had jogging bottoms on and trainers like Jacks but just a bigger size.

5 Minutes later, they were getting out of the car and Hotch got the bread out of the trunk. Jack eagerly started running towards the pond and called after his father to hurry up which he applied with. Luckily the pond wasn't too far from the car park and it staying in eye length of Hotch. The lake was half covered in ice in the cold weather. Frost was attached to the trees surrounding it and some icicles were beginning to form on the ends of the branches. The grass also had a great deal amount of frost covering it, the park was like a winter wonderland.

Hotch and Jack were feeding the ducks by the pond and were so caught up in it, that they didn't notice the man standing behind them, just staring at Jack. The man wore all black clothes and a scarf that covered most of his face except for his light blue eyes. He had blonde hair that was scruffy and looked like it hadn't been washed in weeks. He just smiled under the scarf and slowly walked away in the opposite direction.

The Hotchner men were still tearing up bread and throwing it into the pond when Jack wanted to play soccer with his father so they threw the remaining bread in chunks into the pond and watched the ducks fight over who would get the most to eat. Memorised by the ducks, Jack laughed happily.

"Come on then Jack." Hotch called to him making his way over to the grassy area in between the pond and the car park. "Watch out Jack, it's going to be slippery today." Hotch warned his son as he brushed his foot through the frosty grass. Jack ran over opposite his father about 10 metres away.

"Yes daddy!" Jack shouted to him putting a smile on the older man's face. Jack placed to ball on the ground and quickly kicked it to Hotch who had to run a bit to the right in order to stop the ball. Jack wasn't very good at kicking the ball straight but he was a good kicker, he could kick a soccer ball further than Hotch could since he was 5 years old. Hotch stepped back and kicked the ball harder than intended. It flew straight past Jack and landed by the man in black who was watching Jack earlier.

"Sorry about that!" Hotch shouted to him trying to look innocent as Jack ran up to him to grab the ball.

In a moment, the man took his right hand out of his pocket and revealed a gun and quickly grabbed Jack with his left hand. He held the gun up to Hotch and without any warning, fired it. The bullet tore through Hotch's coat and t-shirt and hit him in the chest, the other side of his heart. Hotch passed out almost instantly and fell to the ground, the last thing he heard was Jack calling out to him. . .

23rd January 2012:

For the team, the new case had to wait. Right now, their boss was in a coma in hospital and his son had been missing for almost 48 hours. They all knew that when a child goes missing, the first 3 hours are the most crucial in finding the child safely. Approximately 76.2% of abducted children who are murdered are dead within three hours of the abduction. They had to interview eye witnesses that were at the park that day, all they got from an elderly couple was that the man had blonde hair that was all messed up. Also, that the man was wearing all black clothing that covered most of his face and nothing else.

The whole team was in a panic now, they wouldn't know if Jack was going to live or if he was already dead. They all knew that Hotch wouldn't want any of them to be worrying about him, so none of them did. All that mattered now was to find Jack and bring him to safety. . .

With both of Henry's parents at work, he was stuck with a babysitter and hadn't been told that Jack had gone missing or that his 'uncle' was in hospital. He was sat at on the floor at living room table colouring in his colouring book while his baby sitter sat on the couch next to him helping him with his colouring. Cartoons were playing on the TV but Henry was too interested in his colouring to notice them much.

Henry was wearing casual clothes because the heating was on, he was wearing his stripped green t-shirt and dark blue jeans.

"Do you want a drink Henry?" Elena asked his quietly whilst stroking his light blonde hair.

"Yes please" Henry replied quickly, not taking his eyes off his colouring book. Elena stood up and brushed herself down because all of her new clothes got crinkled when she sat down. She wore a black leather jacket with a hot pick tank top underneath. Leggings that hugged her legs and black leather boots to go with her jacket. She had dark brown hair and dark brown eyes with a few freckles. She was a late teen who knew Will by family. She was his cousin.

She walked into the kitchen and shouted to Henry what drink he would like. He said that he wanted orange squash which was simple enough. Elena grabbed a clear glass out of the cupboard and poured a tiny amount of squash into it, she filled the rest of the glass with tap water and made her way into the living room. Before she could turn the corner, she felt something hard hit her in the back of the neck. She wasn't too sure what it was, but whatever it was, it had made her drop the glass and fall to the ground instantly. She wasn't dead, but she couldn't move a muscle. She tried to call out to Henry to tell him to run, but she couldn't all she could do was try and breathe. The glass and squash had went everywhere around the kitchen, in all directions. However, she was lying on most of it which was not very pleasurable.

She tried to look up and when she did, she saw the eyes of a mad man looking straight back at her. Then she heard running of little footsteps, Henry ran straight into the kitchen to see if she was alright. All he heard was a noise of glass breaking and a body dropping to the ground. She saw big hands quickly grab Henry's sides and heard the little boy squealing in fear. Then he was out of sight. Elena heard the door open and close and then nothing, tears started to trickle down her face which broke out into a silent cry. She couldn't protect Henry and now he was gone. . .

25th January 2012:

The whole team was in a state of shock. First Jack and now Henry, they knew that it wasn't just a coincidence. Someone was targeting the children of the BAU. With two members down, the team had to call in reinforcements. Now, more of the Quantico FBI department was working on this case. Hotch wasn't able to help with the case and JJ was too broken to help. Hotch was still in a coma and the doctors didn't know when he was going to come out of it . . . If he was even going to come out of it. Elena was also in hospital. Will had found her lying helpless, almost unconscious on the floor of their house when he had come home from work that evening. She was paralyzed from the neck down, it was unlikely that she would ever walk again so she had to go to therapy every day in order to give her that possibility. Elena had to give them the details of what happened and all she could tell the team was that the person who took Henry had blue eyes and greasy blonde hair.

Everyone that as working on the case knew that the unsub who took the two boys had a plan and knew that they would still be alive. The unsub had taken the two boys for a reason, now all they needed to do was figure out why. . .

Emily Prentiss was making her way to work in a taxi. Her car had broken down only a few minutes before. Well, actually, it wouldn't even start that morning. But one way or another, she still needed to get to work. The team needed her, they couldn't deal with another agent down. She had debated to ring JJ or Reid because they were the only two to drive past her house in the morning but decided against it because everyone was in a rush to get to work and she was already running late. All she could do now was hope that the traffic wasn't too bad.

She was wearing a pure white blouse which was mostly covered by a black jacket. She wore black trousers to match and a belt that hung loosely to her frame. Her black shoes almost unnoticeable.

Another few minutes had passed and she was beginning to get bored and impatient so she decided to just look out of the window until they got there. She scrunched up her brow when she realised that they were going in the completely wrong direction.

"Excuse me?" She called whilst tapping on the glass which separated her from the driver who had dirty blonde hair. "I think that you must have taken a wrong turn. . . The way to the FBI building was left, not right when we passed those traffic light. . . Can you hear me?" She shouted to the diver who was pretending to not be paying attention. Her heart skipped a beat and she began to panic. "Ummmm, you can just drop me off here, it's not a long walk, and I'll be fine." The driver did nothing but ignore her suggestions so she pulled out the big guns. "Hey asshole, I said that you could just drop me off here, seriously, I'm with the FBI, do you have any idea what that means?" She screamed at him, unbuckling herself. She reaches out for the door handle but it's on child lock "Damn!" She whispers to herself. Unfortunately, she didn't have her gun on her, it's in her desk at work but she quickly remembered her phone that's in her bag.

The driver smirked and pressed a button on the steering wheel and smoke started coming up from the floor, she was about to dial a number, any number, but she fainted before the phone had even switched on . . .